บททั้งหมดของ Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

***IRENE***The night was pitch dark, the kind of darkness that made the road ahead look like a shadowed abyss. The hum of the engine was the only thing cutting through the silence—until Dante slammed the accelerator again. The car shot forward like a bullet.“Dante!” I screamed, gripping the seatbelt so tightly my knuckles went white. “Slow down! You’re going to get us killed!”He didn’t even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the road, sharp and cold, his jaw clenched. The headlights flashed past us, illuminating the curves of his face, and I could see the storm in his expression.“Dante, please,” I begged again, voice trembling. “You’re driving too fast—slow down!”Nothing. Not even a blink. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, veins visible, knuckles taut. I turned to look at him fully, fear clawing at my chest.“What is wrong with you?!” I shouted this time. “Do you want to die?!”His voice came low, almost too calm. “No.”“Then stop the car!”“I can’t.”“What do you

***IRENE***The taxi hummed softly, its rhythmic movement blending with the noise of the city outside. I sat with my eyes half-closed, fingers drumming lightly on my purse as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. My reflection on the window looked composed, but deep down, my chest thudded like a drum.The afternoon sun spilled through the glass, glinting off passing buildings. Skyscrapers rose high and proud, cars sped past, and people hurried about their lives as if the world wasn’t about to test me again.I took a deep breath. You can do this, Irene. I repeated the words silently until they sank deep enough to keep me steady.The taxi slowed and stopped in front of a tall, elegant building that could only belong to the wealthy. The Sky Hotel. Its marble pillars gleamed, and expensive cars lined the entrance. A valet opened a car door for a lady dressed like she walked straight out of a fashion magazine.I paid the driver and murmured a quiet “thank you,” before stepping out.The air

***IRENE***The glass was cool against my fingers. My reflection shimmered faintly in the dark red wine as I sat surrounded by men whose laughter echoed like hyenas.All eyes were on me—waiting, mocking, expecting me to tremble or decline.But I didn’t.I composed myself, ignoring the sweat forming on my palms, and lifted the glass with slow, deliberate grace. “To business,” I said softly.Kendall’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “To business,” he echoed.I tilted the glass and let the liquid slide down my throat. It burned faintly at first—then sweet, then bitter. I set the empty glass down, refusing to break eye contact with him.The men erupted in cheers, clapping and laughing as if I’d just performed a circus act.“Well done!” one of them jeered. “She’s got guts!”“Didn’t expect that from the Were crop girl,” another chuckled.Their laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls, until it began to blur together like static noise. My head throbbed. My heartbeat quickened.And

***IRENE***The drive had been strangely quiet. Dante hadn’t said a word since they left the hospital, his hand resting on the steering wheel, eyes fixed straight ahead as if the world outside was invisible. I didn’t know where he was taking me, and I didn’t dare to ask. Every second around him made my heart beat like a trapped bird—half terrified, half… curious.When the car finally slowed down, I blinked at the building before us. It was the most expensive restaurant I had ever seen. The building shimmered under the sunlight. It was the kind of place only the rich elite could afford.My jaw nearly dropped. “Dante… this is the L’É toils,” I said in disbelief, staring at the gilded letters above the entrance. “Why are we—”Before I could finish, he had already stepped out, shutting the door behind him with his usual cold elegance. I hurriedly unbuckled and got out after him, clutching my purse nervously.He was already walking toward the entrance when I reached him, my heels clickin

***IRENE***The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and my heart instantly began to pound. I didn’t even know why I was running, but something about the atmosphere in the building felt… heavy. Uneasy.As soon as I stepped into the main floor, I froze.Everyone was gathered. Employees stood in clusters, whispering, glancing nervously toward the center of the hall. Even the higher managers looked tense.And in the middle of it all—Dante stood.Tall, dark, and terrifyingly calm. His eyes were cold as frost, his jaw tight as he looked down at a man kneeling before him.Mr. Zeke.The same arrogant fool who had sent me to meet Kendall.“Alpha King, please,” Mr. Zeke was stammering, his voice trembling. “It—it was a misunderstanding, I swear! I didn’t know—”“Didn’t know?” Dante’s tone was low, sharp, and controlled. He took a slow step forward, and the sound of his shoes against the floor was enough to make the entire crowd flinch. “You ordered one of my employees to meet that filth